Brandy's Cautionary Experience


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Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blonde hair's-breadth, browned middle, 32C breasts with permanently erect nipples ( have been my solid life ), and a shaved pussy. I've been a Sub most my sprightliness although I didn't know it for quite a while. I do opt men, but I am now a very well trained obedient Sub and will do whatever I'm told to by a Dom or Femdom. If you've read my some of my other posts about my journey finding out who I am and what my motivation are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me ingeminate a little of the intro. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to have sex and I told her at least 2 hours a day. She seemed to have misunderstood and asked how many solar day a week and when I said every day she paused, wrote something in my chart and told me I was"oversexed ”. I asked if that was a job and she said only if it interferes with your life. I almost laughed as it is my favorite part of my life sentence and told her it wasn't a problem. She didn't ask any more questions, but I suspect she realized that explained the versatile marks and bruises in buck private areas of my body.



I have various Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like potpourri and my sexual appetite is almost insatiable so I need to see different people for unlike experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my life was fine until one of my Doms contracted COVID-19, so I had to quarantine for 10 days and get tested regularly ; well reckon what even though I have no symptoms I tested positive which means now I have to remain in quarantine until I have 3 negative tests on three separate sidereal day. This is a unplayful problem ! I've tried and true phone, video, etc. but none of it works for me ; I have to be with somebody to orgasm. So I thought I'd write down some of my experiences of being a Sub and plowshare them. After reading the wonderful and attentive comments people left me on my prior posts, I am so happy you enjoyed them. I must say reliving each of these experiences as I write them has been releasing for me. I wrote this billet before my final one, but was hesitant to mail it because first I wasn't sure the website editor program would allow it and second I didn't want to inadvertently present anyone a good sense of treasonably confidence. I want to be clear, what I did here was reckless and I could have been permanently injured or killed so please do not try this as it is meant to be a cautionary post.



I met one Dom right field after I graduated college that was exceptionally hard-and-fast. Another Fem Sub that I knew told me about him and said he was too hard-and-fast for her, but she thought he would be a dear fit for me. She was definitely in good order about that. He trained me very well, including training me to cum only on control which let me distinguish you is not a course I'd recommend to anyone not capable to handle a lot of punishment over a long full stop of time. I mentioned in my last Wiley Post that I grew up and still live in NYC and my mother enrolled me in a taekwondo dojo when I was Whitney Young so I could protect myself. I stuck with it all the way through college attaining the social station of second Dan. After college I joined a MMA training facility and learned a Brazilian panache of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gyms down due to COVID-19, I was bore to fight anyone in the John Milton Cage Jr. full inter-group communication three times a week. But whereas this is not what this post is about, it was relevant to understand parts of what happened. Note that any names are made up but the story is true.



I was hanging out one night at a local bar that was frequented by Doms and zep I knew. A guy named"Jim"that I had never met before had sat next to me at the bar and struck up a conversation. He was marvelous, ignominious tomentum, brown centre and very mesomorphic. After probing a little he came right out and asked me if I was a Sub, to which I replied"yes ”. He said he was a Dom and asked me if I was looking for somebody like him. I found him attractive and since I didn't know him very well yet I refrained from telling him that I had several Doms already but was always occupy in meetimg new Doms who could provide new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a methamphetamine of wine at his apartment and I agreed, but first I excused myself to go to the public convenience. eminence that even though I frequent a number of topical anesthetic bars I always limit myself to one drink ; the mixologist all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a code when I switch to"vodka on the rock"they bring me water instead. With the active aliveness I lead I need to stay hydrated, plus intoxicant dulls the good sense and I never want to miss a single sensation when submitting to my Dom's wishes. I was washing my manus and when I went to grab a composition towel to dry them, a daughter who looked very nervous came over to me and whispered"don't go home with him, he's a raper"; then she quickly walked out and I didn't see her again when I came out of the convenience. I thought about what she said and seeing the hurt face in her teary heart made me want to aim Jim out in the alley and beat him to a pulp, but I opted instead to do what I said above was really reckless and see exactly who Jim was and what he would try do to me.



Jim was the perfect gentleman so far and even stood up when I came back to sit down at the bar. I called for the barkeeper"Jack"who I knew well and said"that's all for me tonight, please put it on my tab and slid him a XX dollar tip saying thanks knave ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me take care of you bar flyer"but I didn't want Jim to know how piffling I had to drink and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, Jack pretended not to find out him turned around and added the one drink I had earlier to my tab with a few pat on the register's screen. Jack then tapped the screen door a few more times and presented Jim with just his bill. Jim looked at it and said to diddly"wait ; only my swallow are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. shit was a seasoned bartender and said"sorry dude, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an ordering from person else at the bar. I could severalise Jim was pissed, but paid his account in cash which I found strange but then realized it would be tough to describe him to having been here without a reference wag charge. We started to stand up, Jack had regained his composure and held my seat for me as I stepped down with him playing the gentleman and me the incapacitated flyspeck little Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, Jack said he was parked down the street and we started to walk in that steering. I asked him where he lived and he gave me an uptown location not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me think of course he wouldn't hunt in his own backyard. Jim pressed the key fob and I could see he was driving a later mannikin E-class Mercedes ; I pretended to be print saying"nice ride ”. He held the door for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the driver's slope. When he started the car classical music music started playing ; Jim turned to me and asked is the medicine OK for you and I replied"yes Sir ”. We drove uptown and the dealings was light so we arrived fairly quickly at this apartment edifice. Jim pulled the car into an underground garage and pulled into a numerate space. We got out of the car, diddly again coming around and holding the door for me ; with me repeating"thank you Sir ”. We took the lift to doodly-squat's flat which was a fairly good size for the domain he lived in NYC. It was decorated in a very minimalist way, but everything looked immaculate and relatively new. Jim asked if I preferred white or red wine and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a bottleful of cool white wine as I started to see around his apartment and checked out the sight from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to receive a meth of wine. Instead Jim sucker punched me in my left eye and I dropped to one knee. That punch would probably knocked any former girl out but my reflexes were well honed and although I couldn't stratagem it I did grapple to turn my head just as he struck me so it was Thomas More of a glancing blow. I was thinking I was such an retard, I shouldn't have let me defend down from the moment we left that bar but too late now. What Jim didn't know was that from the kneeling berth I was in I could have easily taken him down and subdued him, so I had a choice to micturate now as to whether to stop him now or let him continue to see what he would do next. I opted for the latter, I was going to accept the to the full experience that my unnamed sister's who came before me had so I could fully understand their pain sensation. I kneeled there motionless breathing voiceless trying not to break the anger I felt. Jim kicked me in my side bruising two of my ribs, but I was used to being kicked by semi-professional paladin and simply rolled into a protective ball. Jim pulled me up by my fuzz and dragged me into the sleeping accommodation ; then threw me face first on the bed. Still holding my pilus with one hand he undid my pants ; then hit down to pull my place, pants and panties off quickly. He let go of my hair and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the Saame time so they were jammed under my armpits. He squeezed my mamilla very hard and I realized if I didn't start to play the role he might suit leery, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to swell and shiver. I pretended to sob"please stop"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you filthy piffling wh*re"”. He spread my legs using his knees ; then pushed his hard rooster into my dry snatch which really did hurt so I was able to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to carry me down with his hired hand squeezing my waistline hard and outrage me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many miss had been in this precise Same spot before me. After pounding my dry pussy for a piece Jim said"cum you short wh*re"which he had no way of know would actually make me cum but only because I was trained to cum on bid. I moaned loudly and my consistency shook as I came with Jim still pounding my puss. He said"I knew you liked it you wh*re"and fucked me punishing digging his stifle into my second joint bruising them ; fortunately his command to cum made my snatch wet so it wasn't as awful now. After a few more moment Jim thrust deep inside me and said"take this"as I felt his throbbing shaft fulfill my kitty-cat with cum. After he came he slid his cock out of my pussy and stood back, I suspect either to see his breath, wait to see his cum drip out of my twat, or both. However, I was done with this now ; I had experienced the full humiliation, self doubt and emotional pain that a violation dupe feels and now I would engage control of the situation.

I quickly turned over, get out my shirt down and reached for my pants and shoe but only to lure him closer as I watched out of the corner of my ripe eye I saw the center of his trunk moving toward me. Sitting on the bed with my head still down I waited until he was close and he grabbed my hair, then stood up lunging into a forward posture driving the palm of my hand directly upward striking his nose so hard I could feel the cartridge crunch. Jim screamed, let go of my hair's-breadth and grabbed his nose with both hands ; his nose was bleeding profusely. I immobilized him grabbing his arm and berm, stepped next to him with my entrust leg and then with a downward side kick I struck the side of his stifle with full military unit ; I could discover it photograph and Jim fell to the ground letting out a shriek. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choking coil handle ; Jim flailed his arms at me weakly for a few seconds but I choked him out quickly. I took his pulse and made sure he was still breathing ; I felt I had every right to hurt him as he had hurt so many others but I knew it would be haywire for me to kill him.



I sat down next to him lying there sleeping off the choke hold ; I figured I had about two min before he would regain awareness, not that he posed a threat any recollective but I wanted to be gone by the clock time he realized what had happened. I dressed quickly, intentionally letting his cum drip mould in my panties which I kept as evidence. Then I had a terrible thought and kneeled down succeeding to him again. Using my thumb nail I carved a little jag"R"into side of meat of his forehead to brand name him as a raper and pull up stakes a scar that would be heavily to hold in. Jim started to stir and I realized I needed to leave quickly. His nose was bleeding so profusely I was a short implicated so using a cloth from the kitchen to hold back my fingerprints I took his cell phone off the table put it near him and dialed 911. I left knowing that the 911 operator would line the phone even if he didn't wake up and get EMS to assist him. I left the door unlocked and slightly ajar so as to stimulate it leisurely for person to find him. I didn't forethought how he tried to put a tailspin on this when they asked him what happened, I had done what I had come to do and was finished with him now.

I took the stairs and went out a side door. I walked over to a John R. Major avenue where I knew there would be a lot of hoi polloi around and then walked all the way back to my region in midtown. I went to a nearby hospital ER and told the person at the inspiration desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very swollen and discolored so it was clear I wasn't qualification this up ; I was handed me a clipboard and asked to fill out the paperwork attached. I then sat in the waiting room with everyone else ; fortunately it was fairly hollow that Night. They eventually called me back to another elbow room where they asked a barrage of motion about the incident. I told the Truth, but was actually now starting to find the trauma I could see in the girls eyes who had warned me about Jim so I intentionally left a lot of the details out saying things like"I'm not sure"or"for some reason I can't remember ”. The woman taking my information was very sympathetic and told me some of the retention might make out back to me in time, but it sounded like I might have been drugged in which caseful I might never remember. She told me several clip to recollect this was not my fault.

After the interview, I was taken to an examining elbow room where a male person doctor accompanied by a female nurse asked many of the Saami inquiry. The Doctor of the Church explained they were going to do a rape kit and proceeded to take in semen samples as well as taking pictures of my wounds which were now starting to rick inglorious. When they were done I got dressed and pulled to curtain back only to see that there were two police officers outside waiting ; one male and one female. Clearly they had done this before because the male officer waited outside the room while the female officer sat down succeeding to me and asked almost all of the same dubiousness I had already answered twice. She was professionally restrained but also used a very cool it considerate shade with me. The one thing she asked which was new was did I think I could identify the person who assaulted me if I saw him again and I replied"definitely ”. But based on the vague de***********ion I gave them and the fact he was all the way uptown I doubted they would detect him. The officer gave me the telephone number for a rape counsel and a local anesthetic backing grouping, encouraging me to use them. When she was done, she handed me the paper she wrote asking me to show and sign it validating that she had represented what I said correctly.

When I was done they discharged me and asked if I needed them to call somebody to conduct me household. I thanked them but declined. They pressed saying I really shouldn't be alone this evening, but I assured them I lived close by and would hollo a friend if I needed support. I still had my self self-confidence and was running on the high I got from taking down that scum of a rapist. But after I got place, I started to have self doubts. Was a guy like Jim whose ego is bigger than the room he's standing in going to let this go ? I knew he'd be hospitalized and in strong-arm therapy for a while, but what if he came after me months from now seeking revenge ? What if he had a gun and I couldn't evade him when he came after me. Then I had a sorry thought process, what if he sent friends of his to attack me or gang up rape me. I didn't own a gun nor did I want one but started carrying unconventional legal weapons I had trained with like throwing flit strapped to my shoulder and a bounce loaded folding baton strapped to my crushed back. I stopped walking alone late at night unless I was very shut down to home. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a reference from a Friend who I trusted. I realized this is just a gustatory modality of the fear those pitiable girls who went before me must be living with maybe for the rest of their lives.

I still wonder to this day what would possess happened if that girl hadn't warned me about Jim before I went nursing home with him. Because they both have a exchangeable persona, a Dom and a rapist can appear the same until you find out which is which and then it's too belated. This is the end of my cautionary post and to all of my fellow Subs who read this, irrespective of your sexual orientation please be careful and learn from my mistake .
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